Godfather and Godson

Chapter 29: Griffin Legion

"Wow, this is some really good stuff," Harry stated through a mouthful of scones. He did not know if it was his hungry stomach speaking or if that truly was. Who knew that running amock with too much magic would really create an appetite.

"Thank you, my lord," Alex said as he bowed his head slightly to him while standing still right besides him. Would you like some more, my lord?" the lieutenant asked once he saw that he finished his own serving as he held out some more from him.

"Don't mind if I do," Harry said with a grin as he grabbed half a handful and piled it on his tiny tray.

"Once again," Alex began with, "I am deeply sorry for the attack on your esteemed personage, my lord. I have failed to realize who you were and that is deep failure on my lowly self."

"Alright, alright," Harry said as he heard enough of this and was getting a lot of bad vibes from the man. He seemed to be very loyal, too loyal in fact that if Hary commanded him to off himself he would do it without hesitation.

Now Harry appreciates loyalty since it was a deep tenant of his own House at Hogwarts, but fanaticism was a whole nother thing. He knew very well how Voldermort used that to get his followers to do very twisted and dark things and he did not want to be like him at all.

"Listen," Harry said, "it was an honest to god mistake. We all make since at the end of the day we are all humans. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Well said, well said," Sirius spoke up as he patted him on the back like a proud, preening peacock. "Now that is the godson that I raised," he added as he wiped away at something at the corner of his eyes.

Rolling his eyes, Harry heard sniffling from one of the corners and turn to see that that gentle giant was blowing at his nose while pausing with his task that the COmmander gave him. He even saw that the other two idiots that shot at him and Sirius were looking heart warmed by his comment as if he was speaking about them.

Feeling helpless at being surrounding my jokers and softies, Harry couldn't help it but chuckle to himself. At the end of the day, they were all that matters and who stood by him.

"Anyways," Harry said trying to get things back on topic, "I must say you are really good with that blade of yours."

"Thank you, my lord," the lieutenant nodded his head.

"So how did you get so fast?" Harry asked the most important question that drew his curiosity.

"A lot of training my lord," Alex answer, "plus some rituals that I undertook."

"Dang," Harry said with a whistle, "anyways you really got to teach me how to use that blade of yours."

"It would be my honor, my lord to see you on the training field and for me to teach you the way of the sword."

"Thank you, I look forward to that," Harry said with a nod. He really could imagine him being a badass and swinging around a certain family sword, namely the sword of gryffindor.

"I must say," the Commander interpreted, finally speaking up. "You are the spitting image of your grandfather." The man finally seem to get over and process the fact that he, the last Potter was sitting in his office, drinking his tea and eating his scones.

"Really?" Harry asked as he perked up from the scones he was shoving into his mouth.

Right now they were sitting in the leader of the legion's office where the family coat of arms was plastered behind his desk with trophies, spoils from past campaigns, medals of honors, badges and pins, plus mementos where placed around the office.